" I forbid you t –"He fell back feeling like a wrecking ball had hit him. The old man was standing over him looking down at the Husband on the floor... "You forbid me!?! You? You can't forbid anyone you sissy; you're a powerless wimp of a man who can't even satisfy his own wife! She agreed to fuck me because she wants me to get her pregnant; your impotent spunk is useless so she asked for a real man to do the job." The husband gaped staring back and forth between the old man and his smirking. From the time she was a tall, slim teen with those nice and round breasts all through the time she got married, separated and finally divorced, about five years ago.She is the kind who keeps herself extremely fit, watches her weight, does yoga, jogs every morning, eats right and do all that will keep her body in the great shape that its always been in. She looks awesome in red sarees (the Indian women’s dress) and she knows that. This makes her turn up to office, perfectly d****d in one of her. ‘I’ve told you a thousand times why. When he sailed a British destroyer into Auckland here for a joint naval exercise and she was invited aboard with her parents for a goodwill cocktail party and saw him, black-hair crew-cut, six foot two in his crisp Number One uniform, she was impressed. Then she looked into his sorrowful brown eyes and she flipped.’ ‘I don’t like being reminded of her, She ran away on me.’ ‘You said she cleared out on your father, God rest his soul.’ ‘Same difference. Bugger. I led him through to the kitchen and said that this was all a bit new to me so I suggested that he just find his way around the house on his own and I’d changed into some dry clothes. He nodded and when he went upstairs I took the opportunity to get some shorts and a top from the airing cupboard and hurriedly changed into them. After about fifteen minutes he reappeared in the kitchen and asked me to let him see the garden, which I happily did. In the meantime, I put some coffee on and when he.